Wednesday, July 5, 2017

BOOK BLITZ - Dirty by R.L. Kenderson

He’s a player. She’s too smart to
let him in her pants. Until a night of drunken sex has her kicking herself and
vowing she’ll never let it happen again. Or will she?

After returning home due to her
father’s illness, Elise Phillips reunites with her college friends, including
Luke Long. Luke was a player back then, and Elise had always prided herself
on not being
another notch on his bedpost.

Luke is still gorgeous though,
and he knows it. And he checks all her boxes—intelligent and sexy with muscles
and a hard body.

Following a night of beer and
shots, her resistance runs out, and he finally does check her box. And Elise
knows that it can never happen again.

Luke had always thought of Elise
as the pretty girl that was friends with his roommate’s girlfriend, but now
she’s all grown up. When their night of passion rocks Luke’s world he realizes
he must have her again.

The two enter a friends-with-benefits
relationship with the agreement that they’re just going to have fun. The only
thing is, with mutual friends involved, they have to hide their indiscretion.

But what harm can come from a
dirty little secret?

Dirty is
the first contemporary romance from paranormal romance author R.L. Kenderson.
If you like laughing out loud, sexy book boyfriends, playful couples, and
dirty, dirty sex, then you’ll love this fun contemporary romance.

Elise
sat in her office on Monday morning, going over her schedule. As a speech therapist,
she saw all different kinds of patients—from young children to adults, from
those who had had traumatic brain injuries to those who had had strokes. But
one of the nice things was that she saw her patients routinely. She really got
to know them and could find out the best way to help because everyone was
different, and what might work with one patient might not work with the next.

She
was just finishing up some notes and had about fifteen minutes before her first
patient arrived when her phone buzzed.

Unknown number: How was the rest of your weekend?

Elise
frowned.

Elise: Who is this?

Unknown number: Sex God, giver of orgasms.

Elise
rolled her eyes, laughed, and added the number to her Contacts.

Elise: Charlie Hunnam, you know who I am?

Luke: Ha-ha. You know this is Luke.

Elise: Oh, I do, huh?

Luke: Who else made you come multiple times this weekend?

She
considered pretending like he wasn’t the only one she’d slept with just to
tease him but went a different route instead.

Elise: Maybe I was faking it.

Luke: Bwahahahaha!

Elise
frowned again.

Elise: What’s so funny about that?

Luke: Baby, there is *no way* you were faking it.

Elise: Maybe I’m that good of an actress.

Luke: Nobody’s that good. You might have pretended with other
guys, but I know you didn’t with me. You can moan and throw your head back like
a good actress would, but there is no faking the way your face flushed as you
climaxed or the way you scrunched up your nose right before you came or how you
were so wet that it coated your thighs. And there is definitely no faking the
way your pussy milked my fucking cock like it was holding on for dear life.
Nobody is that good.

Elise
looked around her empty office, as if someone might see his text message. It
was absurd because there was no one in the room, much less someone looking over
her shoulder. Even though she was alone, her face flushed from his words, and
she was squirming in her chair because, now, she was thoroughly aroused. At
work, of all places.

Elise: I’m not sleeping with you again.

Luke: Ha-ha-ha. I don’t recall asking you.

Well, damn.

She’d
just been put in her place. Just because he’d turned her on didn’t mean that he
had meant to do it on purpose. And it didn’t mean he wanted to do anything
about it.

Elise: You’re right. How did you get my number, btw?

Luke: I asked Sean. I told him I needed to get ahold of you
because you left something behind on Friday.

He
added a bikini emoji, which she took to stand for the underwear she’d lost at
his house. Her face got warm again, but she ignored the missing panties
situation.

If
he didn’t want to sleep with her again, why had he texted her?

Elise: What did you need then?

Luke: Nothing.

Luke: I just wanted to see how you were doing after Friday
night/Saturday morning?

Aw, that was kind of sweet of him.

Elise: I’m fine.

Luke: You don’t hate me?

Elise: No. I was just as much responsible as you were. I don’t
blame you.

Elise: Plus, I went to church on Sunday and cleansed my soul.

Luke: Ha-ha. Good to know.

“Elise?”

She
looked up to see her coworker Lora standing in her doorway. She quickly set her
phone facedown on her desk. Lora wasn’t her boss—she was another speech
therapist—but Elise was still new, and she didn’t want anyone to think she was
slacking off when she should be working.

“Yes?”

“Your
eight a.m. is here,” Lora said with a smile.

“Okay,
thank you.”

Lora
turned and walked away, and Elise picked up her phone. Luke had texted her
while she wasn’t looking.

Luke: I’ll be sure to dirty it again.

She
forgot what they’d been talking about. And, while she should be telling him she
had to go, she was too curious not to ask. Thankfully, she still had seven
minutes before it was actually eight o’clock.

Elise: Dirty what?

Luke: Your soul.

Luke: Oh, I have to run. Duty calls.

Wait!
Elise thought.

Elise: Wait. I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me again?

Luke: When did I ever say that?

Luke: Now, I really gotta go, babe. We’ll finish this later.

Elise
waited, but there were no more texts. Yes, he said he had to go, but that was
before he left her with such an opened ended question. How could he leave her
hanging like that?

She
shouldn’t care because when she’d said she wasn’t sleeping with him again,
she’d meant it. Yet she wanted him to text her again.

She
sent a quick reply, threw her phone in her purse, and grabbed her first
patient’s folder before heading for the waiting room. She loved her career and
usually lost herself in her work.

But,
today, she couldn’t help wondering if she wasn’t in just a fair bit of trouble
where Luke was concerned.

—-

Luke
finished up his last report before signing off the computer. It had been a long
day at work. He was tired, and he couldn’t wait to go home. He knew he wasn’t
original in his pain, but he hated Mondays. Sundays were worse, but thankfully,
he hadn’t worked the day before.

He
packed up his things and got ready to leave for the rest of the afternoon. He
shut his locker door and headed for the parking lot. As he walked, he pulled
out his phone.

After
texting back and forth that morning with Elise, he’d been so busy that he
didn’t have time to check it all day. Not even at lunch, which had consisted of
standing in the break room, shoveling as much food into his mouth as he could
in less than ten minutes.

He
was beat and hungry, but as soon as he pulled out his phone and saw what Elise
had texted him after he had to go this morning, it made him smile.

Elise: Just like a man to start something and not finish it.

He
hadn’t meant to start anything this a.m. when he sent her the first message. In
fact, he hadn’t even meant to flirt. It’d just happened. When he was young, his
mother repeatedly told him that he was a natural-born flirt, and he often
thought she was onto something there. Besides, flirting was just flirting. It
didn’t mean anything was going to go beyond that.

Luke: Ouch. My poor manly pride is ruined.

He
didn’t think she’d reply right away, but she must be near her phone because, a
minute later, his phone beeped.

Elise: “Ladies, if a man says he will fix it, he will. There’s no
need to remind him every six months about it.”

If the meme fits…

He
threw his head back and laughed.

Luke: Now, I’m offended for the whole male population.

Elise: Hey, there are a ton of those out there, so it must be
true.

Luke
got in his SUV but had to reply before he drove off.

Luke: You might think we’re lazy, but we’re actually smart. It’s
called strategy, baby. If we pretend not to be able to do something, we know
you women will get frustrated and do it for us.

Elise: I knew it! My college boyfriend was the worst when it came
to doing the laundry. He even shrank my favorite sweater. I finally told him to
stop and let me do it. I always suspected it was a ploy.

Luke
remembered the guy Elise had dated in college. What a tool.

Luke: What a dick.

Elise: What can you do? Men suck.

Luke: We don’t suck; we lick. You’re the one who sucks.

As
far as replies went, he knew it was pretty cheesy and immature, but he couldn’t
resist. He’d been thinking about how Elise had sucked all weekend, and he
couldn’t get it off his mind.

Elise: Real smooth, Lucas.

Luke: Had to be done.

Luke: Off work now. Have to drive home. Talk later?

Luke
sat and stared at his phone, actually worried she’d say no.

Elise: Sure. Later.

Luke
threw his phone on the passenger seat and shifted into drive, all the while
grinning from ear to ear. He couldn’t wait to see what she would have to say
next.

R.L. Kenderson is two best
friends writing under one name. Renae has always loved reading and in third
grade wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this
writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when
she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then she knew she
wanted to write her own.

When they met in college, they
bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced
up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they
discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a
special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to
find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the
hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.

They both live in the
Minneapolis/St. Paul area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and
pharmacist/mother by day and a sexy author by night. You can find them at
http://www.rlkenderson.com, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, and
Goodreads. Or you can email them at rlkenderson@rlkenderson.com. They always
love hearing from their readers.

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